This is a song about "More than my grind"

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Hoes row got beans in them

I care for you more than my mum

We will never die, we are forever alive

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

Cause i’m back on my grind

The glare makes me hard to find

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I got more raps than christmas, my rhymes are relentless,

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime